"At all costs, keep Xiaohu and the prison robbers!" After receiving a report from the Public Security Bureau, the supreme administrator of Jiangyang District, the commander of the army of Feng Boping, gave a death order.

"How's the identity check?" Feng Boping asked the light brain programmer next to him.

"The other party's optical brain number is not recognized, it is blocked by a special radio wave, and they are wearing special masks, electronic devices cannot be invaded, and their true appearance cannot be seen."

"What?" Feng Bo Ping stood up nervously, what kind of technology is this? Which organization has mastered this technology?

I don't know why, Feng Boping remembered that a long time ago, the military mecha wounding case that happened in the city, those military mecha pilots, are still a mystery, and the light brain has not found their identities. How similar it is to the current situation.

Could it be that they are the same organization?

Just as he was thinking about it, in less than a minute in the prison, dozens of prison guards walked in Luo Xingxing's footsteps and were already lying in a pool of blood.

"Three, four, five, go to the control room and see if you can control the prison defense system."

"Sixth, seventh, eighth, ninth, tenth, on alert outside."

"Eleven, twelve, you bring the equipment to save Xiaohu, he is in the No. 1 felony room. The rest of me and I stood by in place! ”

A burly masked man in the lead gave the order.

As soon as the voice fell, a song was heard outside the prison. Whimpering, hoarse, desolate. All the masked men turned pale.

A moment later, a thin figure walked into the prison where all defenses had been dismantled by the Sector Light Brain. Facing more than a dozen masters, his ordinary face was calm.

"Babble!" The ordinary visitor shouted rhythmically, and the thick winter clothes on his body had all been torn, revealing a body like ribs, and a spear flashed in his hand, stabbing straight ahead, and the target was the masked man standing in the center of the leader.

The spear pointed out, the wind rose, and the five masters of No. 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10, who were about to go out, met them head-on.

Although there are many masters in Jiangyang District now, all of them are extraterrestrial visitors, and basically they will not participate in the internal affairs of Water Blue Star. Therefore, the five masters of their master level joined forces, and they were basically fearless.

But the reality is always cruel, they don't know that Feng Boping, the top administrator of Jiangyang District, has issued an order of "whatever it takes", which means that they can hire extraterrestrial masters with a lot of money.

The spear's momentum did not change, and it was still stabbing straight, because the five master masters who had just rushed over were all knocked to the ground by the wind of the spear, and it was difficult to get up.

"Bang, bang!"

The burly masked leader wearing a red mask blocked the incoming spear with both hands. Three consecutive strikes, which were not light or heavy, directly cut off the gunpower of the incoming person.

Then, beside the leader, there was a turbulent flow of air, and dozens of black air black holes rushed towards the spearman like a swarm of bees in the blink of an eye.

The pikeman's expression became shocked, but then his facial features distorted and became violent, and he shook the spear with both hands, trembling violently so that only an afterimage of the spear remained, disappearing in front of everyone's eyes.

"Zila!"

The prison walls, which were harder than the copper walls, were like fragile white paper, and the gravel began to fall down.

"Boom!"

The spearman spurted blood, swept backwards, and fell heavily on the prison floor, smashing up countless pieces of dust and stones. The masked leader did not pursue, and stood in place, gasping for breath.

"Drink!"

After being wounded, the spearman became crazy, the blood stains on his mouth dried naturally in the wind of his rush, and the fiery eyes led to the violent aura of his body, so that the masked people on his side couldn't help but lose their minds and retreat again and again. Only the masked leader, just calmly faced the crazy spear and the crazy man.

As the spear approached, the masked leader simply raised his palm, turned it into a knife, and slashed forward. The action is very simple, it can be said to be wishful, and it feels like you don't care.

But it would be wrong to think that the masked leader was going to take the spear again, he didn't dodge or dodge, he wanted to go straight to the middle palace, not avoiding the spear, and splitting the spearman's head, it seemed that he wanted to exchange injuries for injuries, or even life for life!

So the spearman was even more angry, he was a well-known five-star grandmaster-level master in the Eastern Star, but he was forced to be so unbearable by a guy who hid his head and tail on the Water Blue Star empty-handed, if he lost both, he was afraid that he would be laughed to death by his companions if he said it.

There are only four human kings in Shui Lanxing, and this person is at the same level as himself at most, but he fights so casually against himself, and he doesn't take himself in his eyes at will, which is living contempt.

You must know that the reason why the crazy gun is called the crazy gun is that it shoots fire, and it also does not want to die and does the same thing.

Therefore, for decades, at the level of the grandmaster, there were few people who could block the spear of the crazy gun, but today, in Shui Lanxing, he met a person who was even crazier than him, crazy and calm.

Is it because he still has such a helper? No, it's not!

The madman can feel that this person really sees death as home!

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and instead of going crazy, the mad gun retracted and blocked the masked leader's palm. The waves of air spurted out in all directions, like a gust of wind, but between the two of them, it was so quiet, and the palms of their hands pressed against the guns, not moving.

Mad Gun's eyes were as bright as stars, but the ends of his sideburns were wet. The masked leader was still as quiet as a mountain.

"You madman!" Madgun gritted his teeth and uttered those five words, and then the spear began to tremble and hum. He retreated, this time forced to retreat. The masked man didn't stand still this time, but followed him, keeping his palm up and following the mad gun.

In the fierce wind, the mad gun retreated all the way, crashing through the iron walls of several prisons, and the two of them were covered in dust in the sound of collapse. The masked leader's palm never fell, and the mad gun's spear kept dragging on the ground, but thunder began to thunder between the two, resounding throughout the prison.

"Maniac!"

Outside the prison, the mad gun roared out in a very loud voice, raised the gun, and broke the palm.

The masked man raised his palms and fell, as if he were swatting a fly.

This intersection was silent. The mad gun drew his gun, slowly retreating, and with each step back, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Name? Let me remember you! Walked fifty meters away, Crazy Gun said.

"No name and no surname is no name." The masked man replied.

"Five-star grandmaster?" The mad gun has gone eighty meters.

"Samsung."

"Poof!" The mad gun rushed into the distance, and in a mouthful of blood, he almost died of anger. He was completely entangled now, because he didn't know how he was defeated, how could a five-star grandmaster be defeated at the hands of a three-star grandmaster?

"Master!"

An intimate cry.

The masked man turned his head, looked at the little tiger who was being supported by No. 11 and Twelve, and nodded. Behind the mask, there are all smiles of relief.

"Boom, boom!"

In the shaking of the ground, countless mecha and countless figures appeared outside the prison, surrounding the entire Tielanshan Prison.